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Nov 2017
What if it doesn't snow
how then will we know that
it's Christmas?
baubles and bangles that dangle
don't mean much
without that touch
of magic.

But
the homeless hope less for the snow
and more for the Sun,
I understand the predicament
they are in,

bin surfing is
like sofa surfing
except in bins for food and
not on sofa's for sleep

I keep that in mind
still hope for snow though

does that make me unkind?
I don't know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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